It was a typical night at Martins. Martins is a piano bar off Madison on Capitol Hill. It's more laid back than your typical bar on the hill. They don't turn the volume of the music up every 20 minutes trying to entice you to buy more alcohol. Friday night, the piano player is Joe. He's also the piano man at the downtown Nordstroms.
I enjoy ending my Friday nights at Martins. Joe plays old ballads and lots of times everyone in the bar starts singing along. This particular Friday, I'm sitting alone at one of the leather chairs in the middle of the room. A guy comes up and asks if he could sit next to me. Of course, I said Yes.
His name is Kelly and he's a real estate agent. It seems that everybody on the hill is either a real estate agent or a massage therapist. We talk for awhile and buy each other a drink. By now I'm usually drinking water, but if a cute guy wants to buy me a drink, how can I possibly say No?
Joe then starts playing "Moon River". Kelly starts to quietly sing along. He takes my hand and looks at me directly in the eyes while singing. SIGH He's singing the song to me!!! At the end of the song he kisses my hand. This was probably the most romantic 4 minutes of my life.
We listen to a few more songs then he says he's hungry and asks if I want to leave and get something to eat.
"What do you have in mind?" (my imagination takes over now).
He tells me he wants a hot dog from the vendor down the street. (I have to tell you I was a little disappointed by this). If you are unfamiliar with Capitol Hill, there are hot dog vendors on a few corners. They set up about 10pm and stay open until about 3am. I say "OK, let's go, but let me close my tab first". I go up and stand in line at the bar, I get my tab, give them my card, sign the receipt and turn around and he's gone. I take a fast look around and I don't see him. I run out the door and down the street to the hot dog vendor. (Hint, Do NOT ever run down the street after a boy).
The street is crowded because there is a break between bands at Chop Suey. I frantically go through the crowd looking for Kelly. No luck, I run back to Martins thinking maybe he was in the bathroom or something when I left. No luck. I've never seen him again. Maybe he was an imaginary guy, maybe I just dreamed him up. But I do have a business card with his name and company on it. Should I email or call him? I don't know. I should be grateful for the short but remarkable time we spent together.
Until Next Time - Wise OUT
6 comments:
In the LA area it was "Hey, I'll follow you home!" after a fun evening of chat, dancing or even a kiss (or 2, 3, 4). On the road home, yes, a few would make a right turn somewhere along the way. Your heart would sink when their headlights were no more in the rear view mirror. Only a few times I would turn around, but always to no avail. It was only later when I realized - you can lead a horse to the water but you can't make him drink.
Take the moment for what it was, a compliment to you. Should you see him again, don't rush up, but if your eyes meet, politely nod. It's his move now.
But you can relish (sorry for the pun) your weiner boy as a moment of fun, too bad you couldn't put mayo on the bun!
Aww, that happened to me too. I was talking to this really cute British guy with an amazing personality and I was still chatting with his friend when he poof disappeared too! His friend was stuck holding the bag and didn't have a clue where he had gone. I gave my number to the friend but didn't hear anything from the two of them.
I agree with Jeff, Ricky-poo. Just enjoy it for what it was.
You have his card, give him a call! If he doesn't return your call, then you can call it a day. If you don't, you'll always wonder what could have been.
And what could have been is better than what could never be at all....
CALL HIM AND DEMAND AN EXPLANATION! oops, i am mad at people with no manners! g
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